I sense her leaving the bed but I’m still shattered tired and doze off again. When I wake next, it’s to the sound of fumbling at the door. The door opens and Aoife is carrying in breakfast. She sees me stirring in the bed and smiles.
“I could get use to this” I say
“Well don’t, it’s your turn next” she says beamingly. She puts the tray down and climbs on and kneels on the bed beside me.
“Where do you get your energy from? What time did you get to bed?”
“I’ve been saving it and oh god, I think it was about 4am but I woke up about an hour ago and just knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep.
“So you survived the interrogation? “
“Oh yeah it was harmless enough. Typical stuff. Size, ability, delivery and so on. I did you proud. Your reputation is ironclad. “
She straddles me and as we are making out I slide my hand up her inner thigh to her mound, up and through the band of her pyjammies. Her lips are damp so II slide a finger in.
“Oohh. you are soaked.”
“Hhhmmm. I know. I have been thinking all morning about what you said. How do get back into your good graces after my punishment. She grinds on my hand for a few moments before bouncing off me.